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A native of Jacksonville, Florida, Kristen Bobst grew up a tomboy with two brothers, several unruly pets, and an overactive imagination. After surviving four years of Gossip Girl-style antics at a ritzy private high school, Kristen went on to the University of Florida (Go Gators!). Due to an uncanny Oscar Wilde obsession, she then traveled to Dublin to study Anglo-Irish Literature at Trinity College. While overseas, she spent much time staying in seedy hostels and carousing with the locals. To this day, Kristen cannot convert Fahrenheit to Celsius without the use of a scientific calculator. Kristen recently completed the University of Southern California’s MFA program in Screenwriting. She still has an overactive imagination and several unruly pets.
Comediva writer and performer Vickie Toro graduated from USC with degrees in I Don’t Know How to Do Practical Things Like Math and Maybe I Should’ve Listened to My Mother (i.e. Cinema-Television Critical Studies and Narrative Studies). She spends her time thinking about deep things, getting distracted by not-deep things, and then gigglesnorting.
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6 comments

No beef with the concept but re: topmost image – I HATE phones and prefer texting. Any man or infinite beast who insisted on calling me would prove they didn’t listen because it’s the first thing I tell people. And I am not unusual. Lots of people – and lots of women – hate. the. f***ing. phone.

What is it with this f***ing obsession with phone calls? The phone is dead. Accept it and move on. Only stalkers, control freads, abusers and pervs use phonecalls these days.

I’m not saying everyone who loves the phone is abusive – but all abusive people do love the phone. I NEVER deal with people who insist on doing everything over the phone. That’s how you _know_ they are obsessive, micro managing potential stalkers. F*** the phone. F*** it. And f*** phone abusers.

Squiggly_P, welcome to Miss-the-pointsville. Population: you. This set of images is hardly trying to make Cthulhu a spokesperson for feminism, and the “Hey girl,” opening is making fun of all those stupid Ryan Gosling memes. The joke here is that Ryan Gosling is about as much of a feminist as Cthulhu. In other words, not at all. They even mention these memes at the beginning of the article, but perhaps you couldn’t make out the words from up on your soap box.

“Hey girl, I can make men fucking crazy, too.”
“Hey girl, you ever watch hentai?”
“Hey girl, strip naked and worship me beneath the moonlight.”
“Hey girl, you down for a threeway with Dagon?”
“Hey girl, you ever read Neonomicon? I wanna get inside you.”

Hope that helps your cause. Oh, wait… Making an edritch god a spokesperson for feminism is like making Stalin a spokesman for the humane treatment of animals. Also, if you’re trying to promote equal treatment for women, why have your spokesman belittle women by saying “Hey girl” before every sentence? He sounds like a slimy used car salesman who can only get laid by distracting women long enough to get the date rape drug into their glass.